I haven’t been writing as much as i would have liked. But life in KL is basically what i expected it to be — lonely and hectic, yet interesting and mysterious (in some ways).
Life as the PA for a famous couture designer — Everything was rather new to me for the first couple of months. After Ivy, our sales assistant in the boutique, left in October, i was forced to single-handedly oversee the entire boutique. With the absence of my boss for 2 weeks (during which he went for vacation in Canada and America), i was totally lost, which resulted in me being questioned and yelled at by demanding clients (whom i secretly nickname as bride-zillas).
To think that life just stops at the boutique is entirely naive of me. I have to also deal with celebrities, which is basically fine by me, except that some of them are so diva-ish, that sometimes I feel like retorting and snapping back rudely which would not have been professional and would definitely spoil Carven’s friendly-staff-image. It isn’t just about the celebrity too. Sometimes, it is also about the managers of these celebrities who think they are all and everything. Sheesh…. I really did not imagine the entertainment world to be this freaky..
Models agencies and models are another part of the job that i don’t enjoy handling. As much as i love co-organizing fashion shows, I simply dread meeting models. Most of them (if not everyone) are of course elegantly beautiful and attractive. But they can also be stuck up snobs, who are simply superficial.. (just realize all the descriptions starts with S)… You can’t imagine how bad it is? Let me give you an example. Try having to meet a guy for the first time and being asked “Are you still a virgin?” even before you were being greeted… Yep. Totally obnoxious. I still wonder what would have been a good answer to that question.
Besides that, i have also been scrutinized from head to toe, inside out… and comments are:
1) I am a fashion disaster
2) I am anti-social because i don’t speak the same topics as they do. (which mostly circles around sex, branded goods, gossips, sex again…)
3) I am very very short. (I always felt i was averagely tall. Not tall, but just enough. But apparently i was wrong).
4) I am ugly, because i don’t wear makeup. (Before i started this job, i was told that my natural beauty is the best! But here, if you don’t wear makeup, you are weird and ugly.)
5) Crocs is bad, and is the worse fashion item a person can own.
6) I look like a kid.
7) I have a terrible body, which cannot be compared to any normal girls at all. They have boobs and butt. I have nothing near to compare.
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I can go on. But that would take a whole night. So i better stop there. Anyway, i think you get the gist of what i am saying. To conclude, i am a lousy, unattractive girl, who is short and unsexy, not hot, immature, with total zero sense of fashion and is a anti-social.
Oh well. On the bright side, meeting all these people had made me realize I am way different from them. Good or bad, hard to tell. But these people have made me grow. I am more independant now (shockers for those who have known me for long… yes, i am able to have meals on my own, take public transport, go see the doc by myself when i am sick, etc.). I try not to bother people around me too much unless necessary. I think its a good trait. But sometimes i do feel alone… It wouldn’t hurt to have someone care for me sometimes. But… i guess i am not lucky enough to deserve such care around here. After all, who am i? Just an ugly, short girl right?
Yep.
*Just ♥ Koneko* 
